Alpha Brock
“I’ve got her.”
I nod, clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks man. Give ‘em hell.”
“Back atcha,” Reid smirks, and I turn and stride back over to my assigned squadron, looking around for Astrid. She’d better work out a closer position, or I’m sending her ass back to the packhouse to wait this thing out.
I spot her walking my way, an angry looking Chris following closely.
“You can’t just swap things out at the last minute, Astrid,” he protests, his tone laced with annoyance.
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